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the ps movement (i.n.x and danté) - dear mr. zimmerman lyrics

[verse 1: i.n.x]
dear mr. zimmerman
welcome to a world where da young die wit no remorse
little black boys less important than a f-ckin dog corpse
where a black woman can get convicted for shooting da sky
but murders koo if you appear to be a white guy
whas wrong wit da f-cking nation
you hate our presence but you chose our m-th-f-cking placement
bullsh-t, ain’t no such thing as post race
when phantom thoughts turned my little boy to ghostface
instead of focusing on jeantel education
peep da modern day politics of discrimination
through racial slurs my son screamed for dear life
now he’s dead, you can’t fathom what them tears like
i helped nurture a beautiful life to 17
now its gone cuz of skittles and arizona tea
you took da most precious thing dat god can give
and to repay me america let ya -ss live
weak arrest and contaminated crime scenes
a bruised face equals bullets in da spine, plz
no amount of fear can justify takin a life
if so i can k!ll any man wit a badge right
guess da jury felt da glove ain’t fit
reasonable doubt to cover up some jim crow sh-t
the last thing i said to my son was come back soon
but i didn’t kno dat come back soon meant come back doomed
stomach flat as chambers clapped back in his back booom!…
now satan takes his reign up in da court room
wit a devilish snare he pulls they heart strings
and feeds da poison of hating a black king
and its nothing you can do to stop his spoiled hand
cuz da satan dat i’m talking bouts da heart of man
we gon’ let dis fly?
we really gonna let my baby boy die?
nah, dis da perfect time to take stand
and if you don’t understand then take a word from my lil man

[verse 2: danté]
thank you father
now let me state my plea
dear mr. zimmerman why’d you have to k!ll me
and now you get to walk, you just caught a freebie
maybe it’s because i’m black, i look kind of creepy
so you let them bullets fly through my heart like a frisbee
45 degree angle left my moms heart tangled
now my dad don’t got a son cuz i died by the gun d-mn!
i’m just another statistic
i thought regulations and laws was meant to help na!
exact opposite!
awkward i wasn’t alive to state my side, i died
maybe that’s where the truth reside
you see i had my hoodie on, cuz it was cold outside
and now you get to walk when i was running to save my life
my voice knocked on ya door
but you ain’t answer it
a hole in my back had answered it
see
i was going to be a successful young man
but they wanna see us down, i’m sure my n-ggas understand
f-ck! the autopsy, i know that sh-t was planned
i ain’t do drugs, how’d that get there
i mean even when you dead they go and try to take advantage
a simple black life you know that sh-t is hard to manage
cuz when i walked down that street sh-t should’ve been a plank
dived into my blood, future memories went blank blackout!
dman what the f-ck is this violence
my soul was made of gold, i should’ve known you was a pirate
i’mma start a riot
start a riot ha!
now i’m just another young man that’s lost his life to violence
that’s lost his life to nonsense

[verse 3: i.n.x and danté]
excessive violence from the neighborhood watch
and when i died the whole neighborhood watched

- the ps movement i n x and dante lyrics

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